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"Hey, Fang. We're concerned about you and need to talk to you about something".

Panic and curiosity quietly settled. Having this conversation amidst an ongoing audit did not quell any fears, let alone the sight of my work colleagues/friends flank me three-to-one.

"We're concerned about your... Recent involvement in reporting about factory issues."

"Factory issues?" I thought. But I'm in QA. Clearly I play support all departments and would have to give precedence to pointing out any factory issues.

The second guy chimed in. "Yeah. If it was up to us, we'd pick up that candy wrapper at the changing room and throw it away. There was no need to post it in our company messaging group, to call out the other department heads".

Wait! Is this what's been bothering them? A dang wrapper?!

"Listen, I'm not going to just do so", I retorted, trying to mask my frowning at this... Collective ignorance.

The last guy chimes in. "Bro, just close one eye (aka turn a blind eye) and forget about it. It's a small problem. There's isn't a need for everyone to know."

So, that's their motive! Saving face from the higher ups. How petty. Oh shit, now I have to mask both confusion AND disappointment...

My hands refused to clasp my cutlery, as they started to animate. "Look, that issue is just a symptom. I want to solve the root cause. Staff need to -"

"Wah! Conducting Root Analysis already?" the first guy rudely interrupted. Well... There goes rational discussion. "Look at Fang! This isn't your job, why work so hard? Being a hotshot, bla bla bla".

At this point, I had completely switched off. There was no point to carry on with this conversation. I made up some bullshit excuse and left to resume my work.

I will not let anyone intimidate me into doing a lesser job for the sake of convenience.

Fuck convenience.

Fuck mediocrity.

Fuck complacency.

There goes a huge chunk of respect for said colleagues. This only further enforces my practice of not trying to make friends at the workspace.

What a bloody shame, and a fucking waste of talent.

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You'd think I'd be done with Quora by now. Me too!

But it's oddly refreshing to have my predispositions from a broken education system slowly distorted and soiled. Recently, that was my predisposition of the caring and merciful (no more) Mother Theresa, and how skewed Malaysian students have of her (go look it up).

I know I use the word "perhaps" too often to embrace life's uncertainty, but...

Perhaps in the current times of PC culture (which I've only recently learned stands for "politically correct") and propensity for disagreements or conflicting info being labelled as "fake", it's nice to have a platform where arguments are conducted with empirical evidence and by educated people.

Try comparing the Facebook comments section or Yahoo! Answers to Quora, on similar topics. I'll wait.

Sure, Quora does have a slowly growing community of race-baiting, intentionally-inflammatory questions (oftentimes posted by anonymous users - cowards), but these pointless people are oftentimes overwhelmed by intelligent humans with relevant experiences and not a degree from Google University.

So yeah, I suppose I am politically correct. But on the same token, I'd be happy if anyone could prove me wrong on things.

I am only but an educated idiot, with the Internet being a readily available source of information and as a result, misinformation.

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